Last night I dreamt that I was planning to commit suicide. I didn't want my money to be tied up after my death, so I bought my parents 1st Class tickets to London (on BA) and withdrew R80 000 cash for them.
I somehow managed to withdraw all this cash from an ATM and carried it around in an envelope under my arm.
I remember feeling a but sad everytime I spoke to them on the phone because they didn't realise that I was going to be dead soon.
I was extremely calm whilst going about all the arrangements. I don't know which method I had decided on... I would think I would choose to swallow a whole bunch of pills and have a Cosmopolitan to wash them down. That would be a nuce calm way to go... drift off to sleep. Also very considerate to the people who have to find you. (A colleagues son-in-law hung himself from a tree in the backyard where the kids used to play)
I wish I knew why on earth I was planning suicide? My life is pretty exciting at the moment!
So, dear readers... don't fret! I am here to stay for a while!
